Story from Justice Vol.3 No.8
The linesman called "OUT" the umpire agreed, and the only dissension came from the attractive player who thought she had served an Ace. She fumed and stormed towards the raised dias of the umpire's position.
'Can't you stay awake long enough to keep your eye on the ball and your attention on the game?' she raved.
'The ball was out,' he said firmly and with a finality that helped the fury that she was showing.
She glared up at him then snorted angrily to return to the line to serve her next ball.
The spectators were obviously feeling the discomfort of the situation. The umpire was a well known ex professional and he was a respected official in Diane's club. Furthermore, it was no secret that she had somehow managed to curry his favour and he spent many hours coaching her on the courts to bring her to the epitome of good tennis. That she should have reacted so shamefully and thereby putting him in a very embarrassing position was something that the crowd would rather not have witnessed.
Ever since she had been to Wimbledon to see the championships, and something incidentally that Steve, the older man had arranged, so she had seen how the professionals argued and stormed at the umpires and linesmen that she thought it was quite the thing to do! This business or raving and getting the whole scene in a state of tension was to Diane's mind something very marvellous and added to the drama of the game. Inwardly she felt a strange sensation of pleasure at being able to speak up to the umpire, and it did not matter that he had been such a good friend to her. She would soon weadle round him and the matter would be forgotten by the morrow.
Her mother was horrified when the incident was reported to her by one of the fans.
'What on earth were you thinking about?' she asked her erring daughter.
'Oh Mother,' she responded with an exaggerated sigh. 'It happens all the time,' she explained airily.
'Not with my family it doesn't,' the mother responded firmly.
'If he is umpiring, he expects tempers to flair. It's all part of the game,' Diane tried to explain.
'You show me the rule book and that part of the rules that mentions that arguing with the umpire is all part of the game,' her mother countered.
'Mother, you do not understand,' Diane was beginning to feel decidedly uncomfortable by this stage.
'I have spoken to Steven,' her mother told her. 'This morning whilst you were asleep. He is recommending to the Committee that you are removed from the list of members. Your dismissal from the club,' Diane felt her throat constrict. Her eyes just stared wide at her maternal parent.
'You.... you can't be serious,' she gasped.
'And that's another phrase that you have picked up from the professionals, except they can afford to be like that. What a disgrace. My daughter, dismissed from the Tennis Club. Never has such a thing happened before,' and Diane could see her mother's eyes brimming with tears.
'We have enough enemies who are jealous of your abilities to play. And it is no small thanks to Steven,' she said angrily.
'I'll go and speak to him,' Diane said.
'I'm sure he is waiting with open arms,' the bitter sarcasm was ripe in her mother's tone.
'I must speak to him,' Diane was adamant.
Tennis was her life and she knew that whatever Steve suggested would be accepted. They would not even vote on it! Steve suggests she goes, then she must. Nobody, but nobody argues with the old pro. Diane dressed in her court dress. She packed her bag with day clothes to come home in. She was going to the club as though ready to play on the courts. At nineteen years of age, Diane had developed into a very shapely and attractive young blonde. The constant practice she put in on the courts helped her thighs and the curvy lines of her body to keep a truly shapely torso. Many men fancied her, and a few women too for that matter, but she had never seen anything in Steve's make up that suggested he would like to get his hands on her. The opposite was true! Steve had two great loves. One was Tennis and the other was Diane. Often he had fantasised with the idea of having her nubile body at his mercy. The number of times he had watched her play and the matter in which the white skirt would ride high whenever she was making a particular stroke or a service, and the way her rounded bottom, just the lower rounded moons peeping from the legs of her tennis knickers would have his blood racing and his mind dwelling on the very happy thought of being able to strip those panties down so that he could feel, fondle and even punish her saucy bottom. Never once did he think the fantasy would come to fruition. Such things are dreams made of, impossible thoughts!
She parked her small two seater and was pleased to see that the only other car in the park was Steve's. It was as though the message had got around to stay clear of the club for a while. It was not all that unusual considering the time. It was well before lunch. She felt very strange and certainly odd, almost as though she was trespassing, which was ridiculous really; she had been coming here since forever, and now, because of the latest events, she felt as though she was no longer a part of the establishment or the club itself.
She knocked on the door very timidly. He was in his own room which housed all the equipment.
'Come in,' she heard him growl.
Oh Lord, he knows it's me, she thought and he is expressing his own anger.
'Steve... I'm sorry. I'm so very truly sorry,' she blurted out as soon as she was inside the door.
She tried to embrace him, but he gently, firmly eased her away from him so that she stood like a naughty girl in front of him. She realised that he was quite a big man. His silver hair beset a reasonably handsome face and his serious, blue eyes were now showing his offended mind.
Steve's mind had gone into over-drive! He was able to see how her shortie short skirt revealed the tight knickers and those knickers were pulled up tight so that quite a lot of her bottom was exposed.
'Steve, I'll do anything to make amends,' she assured him.
'What do you have in mind?' his own tone was full of cynicism. She realised that there was virtually nothing she could do? If he had been a younger man and able to do so, she would have offered him her body!!
'Once upon a time, young Diane,' he started wearily, hopelessly to tell her how things would have been treated years ago, 'many years ago, your attitude would have earned you a really good spanking where it would do the most good. And you would have discovered how a young girl was made to pay for any insolence. You would have eaten your next meal off the mantelpiece,' it was a forlorn hope but he enjoyed that sensation of response inside him as he was able to let her know that she could have been spanked on her bottom.
'Steve. Would that be the answer now,' she blushed crazily.
'I hardly think a big girl like you would sink to having a spanking.'
Steve was beginning to enjoy the course this conversation was proceeding. It had many and varied options!
'I don't think age has anything to do with it,' she thought she must be crazy to be speaking like this. It was as though she was begging him to smack her bum!!
'Listen, Diane. You humiliated me yesterday in front of all those people,' he reminded her.
'Steve I just could not be more sorry, honestly. I accept that I deserve to be humiliated now. Please give me the chance to show how contrite I am. Demand whatever you like of me. Humiliate me in return,' she was certainly stark raving mad, she thought. This was Diane. The attractive belle of the Tennis Club, virtually begging to be punished physically and also to be put to any humiliating posture that he could dream up!
He seemed to be giving her suggestion a lot of thought. She stood there anxiously waiting and silently willing him to accept her physical preparation to be punished.
Steve was in reality past the stage of wavering! He was now working out all the formulas that he could adopt to really enjoy the naked charms of Diane! To be able to have this girl anyway he liked, especially so that she would lay over his lap for a good spanking, and a bare bum spanking at that was only the beginning of his wildest thoughts. One did not rush into a situation like this. One used time, and in that time one relished the full and distinct pleasure of being able to use one's hands and eyes to their fullest range.
'I shall certainly spank you Diane,' he warned her.
'Yes, Steve. Whatever you say,' she blushed.
'I shall certainly hear you plead with me to take your knickers down.'
'I do Steve. Please... please take them down now... please,' she choked in the sheer disbelief of her own begging tones.
She shuddered as she felt his smooth hands stroke up the back of her thighs. All goose-pimples seemed to rise in the wake of his hands as they travelled up towards her short knickers. She ensured she kept her hands free of her sides as she pushed them away... the further shuddering, strange sensations were rippling through her body as his fingers slowly came round to the front of her body to grip the elastic waistband... she blinked as deep shame waves now throbbed like waves through her. The thought filled her....
'Steve is going to take my knickers down... he will be able to look at my body freely and unhindered and I cannot do a thing to stop him.'
As the material of her shortie knickers eased slowly down her thighs, Diane responded to the very real depths of shameful humiliation. The knicks formed a tight bridge of cloth between her slightly parted thighs and then she was sensing the further shame as his hands slipped round her lower torso to cup both cheeks of her bottom in the palms of his hands.
Steve enjoyed the freedom of the softly posed cheeks and he was enjoying the full realisation of what, up to now, had been a deep yearning fantasy. He posed her sideways and then, with the hem of her T-shirt blouse pulled up to reveal her rounded bum cheeks, he was able to stroke and caress the twin orbs so that Diane became more and more confused in her shame and degradation. No young lady should have to suffer this terrible torment of helpless obedience and not be able to plead her case.
Then he turned her so that she was facing him again, this now enabled him to ease the upper garment even further up her torso until her breasts too were fully thrusting towards him. His eyes were just level with her pubes and he studied the soft downy fur of her mounded hair so that even the twin lips of her sex was running a plough ravine before him. Diane only wanted to cover her semi nudity and also to cross her legs to hide the private intimate lips of her sex. She was virtually frozen into a state of staying just as he was, and even when she felt his finger tips start the exploration of her warm pussy flesh, she could only respond to further helpless shudders of strange sexual heat and the additional shame that flooded through her to crimson her attractive face.
Only one boy had touched her as intimately as this, but with him it was all fumble and prod, Steve was an experienced man and he knew exactly what to do with uncovered cunts and bottoms! As his right hand constantly caressed and explored the ravine between the labia, so his other hand went from one bared breast to the other and Diane was even more confused than ever. She felt the prickly tenseness of her nipples as Steven worked on the flint hard knobs of flesh and all thoughts of having her bottom spanked had fled from her. Unhappily for her, Steve was not suffering with the same amnesia!!
She whimpered like a small child when she felt herself being projected across his ample lap. It came as a surprise to her when she discovered her face inches from the floor as her shapely torso stretched across his knees. Then again she felt his right hand easily caressing over the delightfully and properly posed cheeks of her bum. Her thighs were slightly parted and this gave Steve yet a further view of her body, and nobody had even seen Diane's sex valley from this angle. The full length of her two lips were rudely exposed. Steve instructed her to push her behind into an even rounded and more helpless arch than ever. Eager to obey him, Diane, not realising the view she was now offering, thrust her arse into a very rounded position and she stayed like that as her nether orbs were given the constant stroking massage by Steve's strong palm.
She heard him warn her to stay still, and knew that she was about to be given the promised punishment. She had never been spanked before just could not even envisage the sight she was giving her mentor. She did not even think or imagine what the pain would be like. Then she felt a hash sensation of heated pain throbbed into the right cheek of her bum and before she could respond vocally the left cheeks also felt the angry heat of punishment.
'OW!' It was a response of surprise rather than of pain but then, as the spanking hand resolutely continued the transformation of the smooth creamy colour to a deep reddening, Diane seemed to realise that her bottom was suffering the damnation of hell! The heat was now exploding in sharp painful reactions each time his hand came down and then she was writhing her bottom to avoid the next spank and also to help relieve the angry pain heat which was filling her buttocks.
'Please.... ooooh please... I'm sorry... honestly... I won't be rude again.... I promise.... please.... oh please Steve... I really am sorry.... no... it hurts... my bottom... it hurts, no more please... I'll be good in future... I'll be very good..... very obedient... I promise...'
The stinging was a sensational boiling heat that was spreading all over the cheeks of her arse. Then he ceased and he was able to study the effect of the changing colour from the snowy creamy smooth white to the now very angry tomato red; and there was not one spot that he had missed. From the upper slopes of her backside right the way down to the crease of her thighs, the skin expressed a most definite state of heat. He placed his hands on the right cheeks and sensed that he could feel the hotness radiating from it.
'So you think you can be obedient do you?' he was half sneering. This was too good an opportunity to miss.
'Yes... yes, I swear I shall,' she half cried.
She had tried to put her hands round to prevent his hand contacting her fleshy cheeks but he had pushed her wrists up her back so that she just had to stay there letting the throbbing anger envelope her.
'Then stand up.'
Although she was reasonably dry eyed, she was still snivelling.
'Undress. Take everything off,' he ordered.
She blinked helplessly at the dominant manner of his tone and it was that sort of voice that dared her to argue.
She felt absolutely beaten as she eased her clothes from her shapely body and then she was standing before him, stark naked and showing herself off to him as she had shown her body off to no man.
But it was the punishment that had infused her bottom with such pain that encouraged her to perform so obediently and without question. Diane wanted no more of bending across his knee and projecting her buttocks so that at the most attractive posture she presented herself for the purposeful spanking from his hand.
Ruefully and hesitatingly, but only slightly so that it was not noticeable, she stood letting Steve's eyes wander freely over her curvy torso. Even when his palm slowly stroked up the inside of her right tapering thighs, she stood perfectly still, and the ankles, firmly placed apart permitted his hand to caress all the way up to the mossy bush of fair hair that formed the nest of her pubes. Steve enjoyed the feel of the fuzz as his finger tips brushed it enacting the part of a brush to stroke the mossy covering and then the middle finger teasing lightly the peach shaped mons and the slit at the base of her tummy.
As he ceaselessly continued to probe and stroke the slot itself, he felt the hardening of the clitoris as she became excited to an increase of the fruity sensations of randiness as her clit responded to the finger caresses that he was now exercising.
She gasped but not with displeasure when he felt him slowly stroke his digit into the hot and damp ravine formed by her labia. He felt her pelvis ease forward as she involuntarily responded to his caresses and then she softly moaned, but it was just a whimpering sound that emitted from her throat. She parted her thighs wider and he was able to stroke and feel the heated flesh of her sex lips as she started the emotional journey into a sexual state of delight and pleasure... now Diane was truly getting herself into a pinnacle mountain of passion heat.
Her randiness took control so that it was the only thing she was aware of... she wanted it to continue because now, but the second her balloon of lustful hotness was expanding into a crescendo of heightened passion explosion and this was an all time first for the young girl....
Steve pulled her down so that she was settled on his knees. Her legs were spread wide and she had her thighs opened to be placed one each side of his lap. He pushed her back so that she was virtually spread open before him, her back resting on a small table that had been placed before him. She threw her arms above her head and spread her legs ever wide so that he was able to look down at the proffered cunt as she opened her legs even wider. Her bottom firmly squatting on his closed knees.
Steve studied the hot fleshy lips and as he reached forward he continued the caressing between the lips themselves and then he stabbed his middle finger deep into the sucking tube of her vagina... he felt the tight tunnel grip his finger tight and all the time now, Diane was responding with small squealing sounds as sheer fiery delicious sensations erupted from her body.
When she erupted at long last, she wanted to close her thighs tightly together, but his lap prevented this so she was spread wide and the freedom of her orgasm was enhanced to an even higher state by the inability of her legs to close tight.
He watched her bathe and he was able to see how she was in a state of very high delight from her experience. He let her rest before dismissing her from his room. But first he had her standing facing the wall, her arms raised high and her hands actually placed again the wall itself. He had her thrusting her backside backwards in a very emphasised pose of roundness, and then he smacked her for another five minutes.
She yelped and she writhed, but somehow she managed to keep herself properly postured as her bare arse was thoroughly spanked and reminded her of what happens when young women like Diane get uppity and out of hand.
She was allowed to dress and go home. After she had gone from the sports club house, Steve telephoned her mother.
'You're idea worked,' he assured her. 'I never thought she would agree, but she accepted the spanking like a young babe. Without a murmur of protest.'
He hung up. He was grateful to Diane's mother for suggesting this course of action, it had helped to realise a very favourite dream and fantasy of his.
And Diane was coming back next week for some of the same treatment except this time he had warned her that a cane would be in evidence. She need not complain to her mother, because her mother not only knew about it, but had suggested it herself!